Size Queens & Sacred Regrets
1700 Words
(Emily's pov)
The room was still dark. Morning hadn’t yet arrived. The rest of the world was asleep, wrapped in dreams or hungover silence. But us? We were wide awake, lying in the echo of what we’d done—of what we’d become.
I slipped out from under the covers, skin still tingling. My legs are shaky. My body is humming with aftershocks.
The bathroom tiles were cool against my bare feet. I stepped into the shower and turned the water on hot. Steam rose instantly, curling around my body like smoke. The glass fogged. The mirror vanished.
And just when I thought I had a moment to catch my breath… I felt him again.
Arms slid around my waist. Lips brushed the nape of my neck. He didn’t ask. He didn’t need to. His presence behind me was the only invitation required.
“You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?” he murmured against my skin, his voice heavy with lust, laced with a kind of dark amusement.
I didn’t answer—not with words. My breath caught. My body melted.
“No,” I whispered.
He turned me gently, water raining over both of us as our bodies collided again. He kissed me like he hadn’t just had me all night. Like he still couldn’t get enough. My back met the cold glass. My ni**les hardened instantly against it.
His hands were already exploring again—confident, greedy, addictive.
And then he was on his knees, mouth between my thighs. Again. Devouring me like the steam, the water, and the noise didn’t exist. I moaned. Louder. I didn’t care. Let the walls echo. Let the world hear.
When he stood, he didn’t say anything.
He just lifted me—effortlessly—and I wrapped my legs around him. One perfect thrust, and he was inside me again.
The glass steamed harder. The walls shook with our rhythm.
It was chaos. Wet. Rough. Raw.
We didn’t make love. We made fire.
And when we came, we came like sinners. Drenched. Breathless. Lost.
After, we toweled off in silence. That kind of silence that didn’t need words. I threw on an oversized shirt and crawled under the covers, ready for sleep. He followed me like gravity itself pulled him there, his arm finding my waist like a puzzle piece that had finally clicked into place.
And for the first time in what felt like years…
I slept.
The sun poured through the curtains the next morning like it hadn’t witnessed a damn thing. Like it hadn’t seen me fall apart in his hands… in his mouth… in his arms.
I stared at the ceiling, heart still pounding from a dream I couldn’t remember and a night I’d never forget.
He was still beside me. One arm casually thrown over my waist, his breath slow, steady. Peaceful. Too peaceful.
I shifted.
He stirred.
Then those eyes opened.
And he smiled—that sleepy, crooked, heart-wrenching smile that made my throat tighten.
I sat up slowly, brushing my hair out of my face. My voice was quiet, but sharp.
“You should go.”
His smile faded like sunlight slipping behind a storm cloud.
“What?”
I didn’t meet his eyes. I walked to the mirror, grabbed a brush, and started fixing my hair like I wasn’t still aching from him.
“You should leave. I’ve got a lot to do today.”
He sat up, the sheets falling around his waist. “You’re serious?”
“Yeah.”
His brows furrowed. “But last night—Emmy, that wasn’t just s*x. Don’t lie to me.”
I turned, arms crossed. “It was s*x. Good s*x, sure. But that’s all.”
His expression broke. Like I’d slapped him with my words.
“You’re kidding, right?” he asked, his voice rising just a little.
“Don’t make it more than it was.”
“I thought there was something between us.” He stood now, bare and vulnerable in a way I hadn’t seen before. “The way you kissed me—the way you opened up—don’t pretend that wasn’t real.”
I swallowed. Hard. But said nothing.
“You let me in,” he whispered. “And now what? You shut the door?”
He shook his head. “I was a warm night. A fix. That’s what this was to you.”
“No—” I stepped toward him. Reached for his arm. “It’s not like that.”
He pulled away.
“Yeah. It is.”
He dressed in silence.
At the door, he paused. Turned to me one last time.
“I hope one day, someone makes you feel something so real, it terrifies you… and I hope you don’t run from it.”
Then he left.
The door clicked shut behind him. And I just stood there… heart thudding, mouth dry, body still sore from the night before.
But I didn’t cry.
I didn’t chase him.
Because sometimes…
Some truths are harder than lies.
And I wasn’t ready to face mine.
Beep. Beep.
My phone buzzed against the bed like it had a damn agenda.
I had just stepped out of the shower, still dripping, towel barely hanging on my hips. My skin was flushed from the hot water—or maybe it was the flashbacks.
Last night was still playing in my head on repeat.
The way Leo touched me.
Looked at me.
Ate me like sin and salvation all in one bite.
Beep. Beep.
I groaned, padding across the floor and grabbing the phone without checking the caller. Only one person had the audacity to blow up my phone this early on a Saturday.
“Hello?” I said, juggling a tub of Häagen-Dazs in one hand and the remote in the other. Netflix. Snacks. Zero regrets.
“Our latest slut in the building!” Hailey’s voice screamed through the phone, full of chaos, full of volume. Of course.
I rolled my eyes but grinned. “Hi, Hayz. Our latest bride. How’s Mohammed? I hope you haven’t f***ed him to death yet.”
She laughed loud and wild. In the background, I heard him mumbling something—probably asking for his wife back—and Hailey swatting him away like a fly.
“Stopppp,” she giggled. “Can I have five minutes without you trying to take me back to the honeymoon suite?”
I snorted. “Your fault for marrying a man with stamina and a yacht.”
“Oh, speaking of stamina—Sophie said you went home with some hot Mexican model last night. b***h, you better start talking.”
I blinked. “Wait—she told you that?”
“Yup. So turn on your camera. We need visuals. I want to see the glow. The limp. The stretch marks.”
“You’re insane,” I muttered, but I swiped to video anyway.
The screen split and then there they were—my chaos crew.
Sophie, in her mom's bun and UCLA jacket, looked like she hadn’t slept in two days. Casey, glamorous as ever, already had a champagne glass in hand even though it was still morning.
“Hi, girls,” Sophie said, trying to adjust her camera while driving.
“Hi, baby mama,” I waved.
“Hi, Sophie,” Hailey echoed, blowing kisses into the screen.
Then Casey cut through the greetings like a knife. “What the f* are you wearing, Soph?**”
Sophie blinked. “Can I live? I’m taking the girls to Game Day. Their school’s doing this parent-kid relay race thing.”
“On a Saturday?” I asked, raising a brow.
She sighed. “Private school nonsense. You know how it is.”
I smiled. “Tell my babies I’m coming for their birthday next week.”
“Thanks, Lee,” she said. She always called me Lee. It stuck.
“OKAY,” Hailey snapped. “Enough about children. Emily. Tell. Us. Everything.”
I flopped back onto the couch and pointed my spoon like a weapon. “You bitches better listen and shut up. I’m only saying this once.”
Three faces. Three wide-eyed expressions. Three open mouths.
God, I loved them.
“It started at The Highlight Room—”
“Of course,” Casey said. “Still the sexiest rooftop in LA.”
“I know, right?” I smiled. “Anyway, the DJ was killing it, Sophie and I were like three tequilas in, and then I saw him.”
“The Greek god,” Hailey whispered like it was holy.
“He wasn’t even looking at me,” I continued. “Just… standing there. Dark shirt, a few buttons undone, tanned skin, tattoos here…” I ran my fingers along my collarbone. “He looked like lust and danger.”
“I need him,” Hailey said flatly. “I need five of him.”
“He kissed me like he wanted to ruin me,” I admitted. “And then… we came back to mine.”
“Oh my God,” Sophie murmured.
Casey leaned closer to her camera. “How big?”
“CASEY!”
“What? It’s a valid question.”
I smirked. “Let’s just say my sheets aren’t the only thing he stretched.”
Screaming. Literal screaming. Hailey collapsed onto her bed laughing, Sophie was blushing and shaking her head, and Casey raised her glass like a toast.
“To size queens and poor decisions,” she said.
“Cheers,” I muttered, but my smile faded a little.
Because then came the part I didn’t want to say.
“I told him to leave this morning.”
Silence.
Hailey’s smile dropped. Sophie looked confused. Casey blinked.
“What?” Sophie asked softly.
I shrugged. “I told him it was just s*x. Nothing more.”
“Why?” Casey asked, tone sharp now.
I stared at the ceiling. “Because it’s easier that way.”
“Lee,” Hailey said, sitting upright. “No.”
I stayed quiet.
“Seriously,” Sophie added. “That kind of connection? That doesn’t just… happen.”
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